Hello, I'm Emz

Imagine losing your strength, your independence, even your ability to walk without aid... now imagine you're a physical therapist on top of that.

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That was my reality when peripheral neuropathy took over my life. I lived through a relentless storm of crippling pain, electric shock-like sensations, stabbing nerve pain, pins and needles, and a body that felt completely out of my control. I went from walking, training, running, and driving to relying on mobility aids and spiralling into morphine dependency just to get through each day.

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My weight plummeted from 11 stone to a shocking 7 stone 3. I lost my independence—I couldn't drive, I couldn't work, and I had no answers about what was happening to me. My body was in anguish, weak and unrecognisable. It was only later that I was diagnosed with clinical malnutrition, with virtually no body fat left. It was a stark confirmation of just how severely my health had deteriorated. The life I knew had slipped away, and I felt trapped in a body that seemed broken beyond repair.

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And the hardest part? I had two babies—one just two years old and the other only ten months old. They needed their mum, but I could barely hold them, barely function, barely survive.

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Desperate for answers, I drained my savings seeing some of the so-called "elite" health professionals. Time after time, I was met with uncertainty. Some told me the nerve damage was irreversible and that my condition would only continue to worsen.

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I refused to accept that as my future.